The next day was a Friday, and unlike most managers who usually preferred to hold their interviews on a monday, Ben was different.
In the evening, about an hour before work hours would be over, he called me and I instantly stood up to follow him, curious to see who my new coworkers would be.
"I've already done a preliminary interview and accepted those with really good CV's and background experience on the job," Ben began talking and I intently listened, curious to know why he would then hold another interview.
"There's only one more slot and it's for people with no experience on the jobs, or bad CV's. I believe in giving everyone a chance. Moreover, university and grades aren't everything. I believe in giving everyone a fair chance," Ben explained and I nodded in agreement.
"Well regardless of your other non-endearing qualities, you're actually a pretty good manager," I told him with a smile as we slowly climbed the stairs to the eighth floor where the meeting halls were.
By the time we got there, there were already about ten women dressed formally sitting outside Hall 6, which was to be the one we would be using.
"Hello everyone. My name is Ben Gail and I would be calling you one after the other. After the interview, I would like for each and everyone of you to come back out here to sit. At the end, I would then announce the person we would be picking," Ben told them all in one breath before he walked straight into the hall with me following right behind him.
I assumed we would start immediately we sat down, but Ben merely smiled at me as we began waiting in silence for about thirty more minutes before he began calling people in.
At that point, I was a hundred percent sure that he had a plan up his sleeves. If not, why then would he wait until work hours were almost over.
"Marilyn!" He called out through the the half opened door, right before we heard her get ooff her seat and walk into the hall, closing the door tightly behind her w following Ben's instructions.
"Name? Age? Marital status? Previous Work experience?" He asked one after the other, asking the right questions which I saw no problem with.
I watched Marilyn, a blond haired woman in her mid thirties, respond quickly with a smile on her face, even though their was a hint of nervousness in her tone.
"My name is Marilyn Serik. I'm 36. I'm divorced with two children. I have some experience working for a toy factory," she replied and while she continued to seriously say some other things my mind wandered to her outfit which was glaringly outrageous.
She wore a stringy and extremely transparent top with a jacket over it. A short skirt with a thin panty hose that showed extreme parts of her legs and thighs.
"Why did you leave your former work place?" Ben asked with an extremely serious look on his face, folding his fingers together as he placed both his hands in the table, in an extremely focused way.
"The manager was a bully and the pay wasn't good enough," she replied with a slightly sad expression on her face, looking down in a coy water before looking straight at Ben, and glancing at me with a small smile at the edge of her lips.
"But the both of you don't look like bullies…" she continued to talk, in a way that would make anyone think she was in her early twenties compared to her real age.
"We aren't." Ben replied with a completely serious look on his face.
I for one was shocked that he completely ignored her antics. I might be slow sometimes when it came to romantic gestures but even I could tell that the woman was openly flirting with him.
If I hadn't seen him with his secretary, I wouldn't have assumed that he was the kind of person that mixed business with pleasure.
"Maybe he doesn't find her particularly attractive," I thought, which was a bummer for me especially since I did.
She had a full mum body. Big natural boobs, a curvy waist and extra tummy folds that went perfectly with her big hips.
Her face looked particularly young for her age, and the makeup she wore managed to accentuate her less favorable features, until none could be seen.
Her lips were full and just looking at it, I could imagine what it was capable of.
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" I suddenly yelled at myself, mentally snapping myself back to reality when I caught myself staring at her, and my mind drifting to other non- work related matters.
"I'm not a pervert," I groaned in my heart, when I watched her glance again at me, with a knowing smile on her face, almost like she knew exactly what was going through my mind.
I then heard Ben go ahead, to patiently and seriously explain what the company was all about and the area she would be working in if she was accepted.
The moment he was done talking in detail, I was sure that work hours were over, yet Ben didn't even flinch as he paid no mind to the time.
He merely bent down under the table and brought up a big box filled with almost all the sex toys produced by the company, and gently dropped it on the table, sliding it gently closer to where she sat on the opposite side of the table.
"Have you ever used one before?" Ben continued to ask with a serious expression on my face, but to me, a bell instantly went off in my head.
"That's the first inappropriate question he has asked all day," I thought, my mind unconsciously taking a mental note even as I continued to pay attention to the response.
Marilyn looked at the box, going through it as she even went ahead to put some toys on the table, mostly male-oriented ones.
"I might have tried a butt plug before," she said, glancing over at me when she said it, as I unconsciously crossed my legs over each other the moment I heard the word "Butt Plug".
I had a weakness and that was it.
She went ahead to pick up a couple more and Ben simply nodded in an exaggerated manner that showed just how bored he was.
"Do you know how to use one of those?" He went ahead to ask in an extremely bored tone, one that made me wonder why he would suddenly change and outrightly show the interviewee how much he wanted the interview to end.
"Yes, I do," Marilyn immediately responded.
"Hmmmm. Then show me," Ben hummed as he continued to stare at her with a bored expression on his face.
"You have five minutes"